There aren’t nearly enough photos of me up here (!) and whilst going through all the oldies but goldies I came across this one and thought I’d share:

I imagine who ever took the shot (my brother, I’m guessing) thought the wotsits (what are they? ground squirrels??) were a whole lot more interesting than me – hence the ‘no head’ thing. Actually I’m finding this shot quite interesting.

Did I really bend that way once upon a time? Was I really that slim? I still like those clogs – I wish I had those clogs right now. And those trousers…except they wouldn’t fit me of course…and I’d look, frankly, ridiculous in them. What did happen to that melting heart ring? ‘Cos I like that too. And the belt – it had a Pierre Cardin watch in it, not that it was any use as a watch . I mean, you try reading the time from your belly button. Hmm…the bag’s not too bad either …but all together? Wow. What was I thinking?

It’s raining today so I’ve been loading some of my old photos to Flickr and Red Bubble here. This is one of my favourites, taken when I was in California in 1972 on a beach somewhere between Carmel and Monterey. It appeals to me because it reflects gentle innocence. The child is buck naked. That’s not something you’d see too often now because of concerns about weirdos and pervs around every corner.

I’ve also been looking at how that beach quickly shelves just in front of the toddler, and now that I’m older I know that this area of coastline is home to many, many seals … and many, many seals = shark food (i.e., there is a thriving shark population here).

I’ll let you into another secret … just yards away from Mum and babe was some kind of small outlet pipe. I’d like to think that it was for rain water but back in the ’70s it wasn’t uncommon for houses to empty out their waste water directly into the sea.

I bet that’s just ruined your enjoyment of the innocent idyll. I should really have just kept schtoom, now shouldn’t I?

Woody. She now resides at Lake Tahoe and is known by the name ‘Woody’. Built by famous engineer and boat builder Garfield Wood in 1931 this is the Rolls Royce of motor cruisers and utterly beautiful. When I saw her I thought of Marilyn Monroe – scenes with the millionaire and the fancy yacht in ‘Some Like it Hot’.

I always tend to post early, simply because I’m in-n-out of here lately, but from later today (Tuesday) and throughout Wednesday, you can see more examples of how other bloggers interpret the letters of the alphabet over at the ABC project, hosted by Mrs Nesbitt